tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870209430986101312024-03-14T00:48:51.747-07:00Baby Bok ChoyAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-64540717124008926152014-04-27T17:45:00.000-07:002014-04-27T17:45:08.848-07:00NEW HOST,WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!<i>SOOOOOOOOO,</i>so your original host [Abby]passed BABY BOK CHOY on to the star of the pack,<br />
ME<i>,NOAH DIZON-MAUGHAN.</i>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-10812810692596434112012-05-02T12:23:00.000-07:002012-05-02T12:23:48.062-07:00That's not really how it works, son...About a month ago I had to explain same-sex marriage to The Boy. One of my future business partners is married to another woman. The partners and our spouses get together not infrequently, and Noah has hung out with us a number of times. <br />
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The last time we had the group at our place for dinner, Noah asked me about J and E. <br />
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"Mom, J is a girl, right?" <br />
"Yes, she is." <br />
"And she's married to E?" <br />
"Yes, they are married. They are married, and they have kids." <br />
"And E is a girl?" <br />
"Yes, she is a girl, too." <br />
"So, a girl is married to another girl?"<br />
"Yes, J, who is a girl, is married to E, who is also a girl." <br />
*silence*<br />
"Mama, girls can be married to girls?"<br />
"Yes, as long as they love each other, girls can marry girls."<br />
"Girls can marry boys, or they can marry girls?"<br />
"Yes."<br />
*silence - a very pregnant silence* But, I didn't want to push it. I wanted to see where he was going with this conversation. <br />
"Mama... If a girl can marry a girl, can a boy marry a boy?" <br />
"Well, yeah. As long as they love each other, they can. What do you think about that?"<br />
"I think that's pretty awesome!" <br />
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Noah hasn't brought up the subject since... Well, until Saturday. The Boy is only allowed to play video games on the weekend, and only for an hour. I know. I am a mean mom. <br />
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I asked him to turn off his game because it had been an hour. He was not happy. He wanted to finish the level, but I wouldn't let him. In his anger, he turned to James and said, "Dad, I wish you would divorce mama!! I wish you would divorce her and marry another boy so that we can all play video games together! Apparently GIRLS don't like video games." <br />
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<br />Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-50218658335668964902012-03-24T20:20:00.003-07:002012-04-02T13:54:13.017-07:00Just Don't Panic, Alright?Tonight Noah put the toilet paper tube in the toilet and flushed it. Yeah. It was not awesome. After spending about five minutes <i>telling</i> him, not <i>yelling </i>at him, that what he did was wrong, how it was wrong, and that some privileges were going to be taken away, he said to us: <div><br /></div><div>"Mama, Dad, I feel ashamed. I am sorry that I put the toilet paper thing in toilet, but right now is not the time to panic. If you panic, it will only make the problem worse. If you don't panic, then you will come up with a solution, and it will be fixed. I am sure by tomorrow it will all be better."</div><div><br /></div><div>No one was panicking, but I am sure he is right - by tomorrow everything will be all better. :D </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-76582753149678734402012-03-10T15:05:00.003-08:002012-03-10T15:16:00.588-08:00I did my very best... This time!I spent the better part of the day today cleaning the house, top to bottom. James was at a conference, and there is no better way to spend a sunny, warm Saturday than cleaning. And when I say "cleaning," I mean CLEAN-ING! I always try to involve Noah, so that means rinsing and stacking the dishes, cleaning picture frames, and cleaning his room. <div><br /></div><div>Today was a particularly hard day to get him to clean his room. I had no problem getting him to do anything else, including mopping. He just didn't want to do clean his room. No matter how much bribing, then threatening, then just full on yelling could get him to clean his room. Finally, I closed the door to his room while he was in there and told him he could only open the door if he was cleaning. He cried. I felt bad. But not bad enough to open the door. </div><div><br /></div><div>After a couple of minutes, he finally stopped crying, opened the door and said he was ready to clean his room by himself. Fine, I told him. </div><div><br /></div><div>He came out of his room about five minutes later and pronounced that he was all done. He cleaned his room. I told him I just needed to finish washing the dishes, then I would inspect his room. I asked if he tried his best, and he assured me he did. </div><div><br /></div><div>"So, if you tried your best, everything is cleaned up, right?" </div><div>"Right." </div><div>"And that includes the stuff on your bed, right?" </div><div>"Uhhhhh. Yeah. But, there might be stuff on my bed still." </div><div>"If you tried your best to clean everything, then there shouldn't be anything on your bed." </div><div>"Okay." </div><div>"But, if you didn't try your best, and you lied to me about trying your best, what should your punishment be?" </div><div>"No video games today." </div><div>"Sounds like a fair punishment." </div><div>*Pause* </div><div>"Uh, I better double check to make sure I did my best." </div><div><br /></div><div>About five minutes later: "I really did my very best this time, mama!" With that assurance, I went to his room, and he really did his very best! Noah cleaned everything. He even took the sheets of his bed. </div><div><br /></div><div>Apparently, making him choose his own punishment is what "motivates" him to do what is asked of him. Let's see how long this works! </div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-6281337930717036042012-03-04T15:19:00.002-08:002012-03-04T15:23:29.026-08:00Conversations with a five year old boy...As Noah was getting ready to go to Lolo and Lola's house today, he asked me what the "pocket" in his underwear was for. I don't know. I don't have a "pocket" in my underwear, how would I know? I asked him what he thought it was for. <div><br /></div><div>"Is it to put your hand in?" No... </div><div>"What if your titi itches and you have to scratch?" Still no. </div><div>"Well, I think it's for your titi to come out for air." Absolutely not. </div><div><br /></div><div>My answer to his question? "Ask your dad. His underwear have the same thing. He knows what it's for." </div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-49106482427565346762012-02-16T15:18:00.000-08:002012-02-17T11:55:44.037-08:00Things I love...While in class, perusing the interwebs, I came across <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/2012/02/i-love/">this post</a> on The Pioneer Woman's blog. And it inspired me. Yeah, I know that Valentine's Day was a couple of days ago, but I don't care. It's nice to remind myself of the things I love. As a law student, I feel as though I am losing a bit of what makes me human, what makes me me. The law is so dry, so detached. So rational. And I hate that I am forgetting that I used to be a loving, compassionate and passionate woman. <div><br /></div><div>And I was just called out by a very close friend for acting more like a "lawyer" than a "sister." It kinda sucked hearing that. </div><div><br /></div><div>Soooo... This list. I write it to remember the things I love. To remind myself of who I am, what keeps me grounded, and the things that make me happy. This list is ever evolving, as it should be. And I hope that I can remember to keep it updated. </div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, the list. I love: </div><div><br /></div><div>James. </div><div>Noah. </div><div>Codie, but only when he's been freshly groomed and isn't trying to eat my food. Okay, not just then, but all the time. </div><div>My mom. </div><div>My dad. </div><div>My seesters, even though they are crazy. And they drive me crazy. But, I am crazy, too. And it's all good. </div><div>MY GORGEOUS AND BRILLIANT NIECES. </div><div>Red booty shoes. </div><div>Grey knee-high boots. </div><div>Purple fleece pants. </div><div>Pink earbuds. </div><div>MacBook laptops. In particular, MY MacBook laptop. </div><div>My besties. </div><div>Kare-Kare. </div><div>Bagoong. </div><div>Spicy vinegar. </div><div>Homemade quiche. </div><div>Blue fine tip pens with caps. </div><div>Good teachers. </div><div>Passionate professors. </div><div>The interwebs for this opportunity to share this list with you. </div><div>Oh, and I love you, whoever you are (Vangie). </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-42398721808004927382012-02-15T20:41:00.000-08:002012-02-15T20:50:17.936-08:00Noah-isms<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Noah: "Mama, I <i>really</i> want to say a bad word. Can I?"</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Me: "No, Noah. Absolutely not." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Noah: "Please! I <i>really</i> want to!" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Me: "Noah. I said no." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Noah: "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaasse! I <i>really </i>want to say A-S-S."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Me: "No!" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Noah, covering his mouth with his hands, in a very loud whisper: "Aaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssssss." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Then, with a very satisfied look on his face: "I said it." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Tonight, as I was trying to get The Boy ready for bed, he ran and hid from me. He's not that sneaky, and hid behind the door in the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom with his pajamas and underwear in hand, closed the door and told him, "Noah, it is time to get ready for bed. Please stop playing around." Disappointed that I discovered him, he asked how I knew where he was hiding. I told him, "I am your mama, I always know where you are hiding." His response: "Mama, you aren't that smart. I know they don't teach you that in law school." </span></div><div><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-56107420044917686252011-05-31T21:38:00.000-07:002011-05-31T21:39:55.233-07:00Attitude<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFQT_UReV0pYeZ48fIERx_TKOK1mHOfK-wV-rKCifiZWyWVfJuUnm1fqxlXUlQcw-Fe7Asxbq5yrehb-YfMacwmD46rE577iEmEOZ62EvJwdAaqoE3BJXEpw3zBvMqXOwB-GUoSe94Uii3/s1600/Yeah%252C+he%2527s+that+cool.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFQT_UReV0pYeZ48fIERx_TKOK1mHOfK-wV-rKCifiZWyWVfJuUnm1fqxlXUlQcw-Fe7Asxbq5yrehb-YfMacwmD46rE577iEmEOZ62EvJwdAaqoE3BJXEpw3zBvMqXOwB-GUoSe94Uii3/s400/Yeah%252C+he%2527s+that+cool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613106368643997650" /></a><br />He oozes it.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-68357628171143937432011-05-01T21:43:00.000-07:002011-05-01T22:03:18.850-07:00Easter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GmQIF7NgRT_EssHzfLNlAEMoOmkxwJK5lwx1BD_kggocnTvgBhMVoa1gUbx3i1s78wjRdOzD0Q0EvrfAIjSCyo8fWk7ueTu3IacxZfpQxcjSvvoBdaPfuVqDR3Me3mE14v_-CAQqqH4z/s1600/DSC03434.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GmQIF7NgRT_EssHzfLNlAEMoOmkxwJK5lwx1BD_kggocnTvgBhMVoa1gUbx3i1s78wjRdOzD0Q0EvrfAIjSCyo8fWk7ueTu3IacxZfpQxcjSvvoBdaPfuVqDR3Me3mE14v_-CAQqqH4z/s400/DSC03434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601979748138689586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSlWICivUsm-sqNXnX5gQKSSlCcuKiH_8yb9hD8oHKYZ8Pn9WXPWCOm0ugBxOuulFQe5Qg24J4RV4eEtcaQgAeP9Ov9muCA9JTI6Pf_YR8_4B-qj8ZHkxUIAIneJN7y5mg1SDg4sh-DqKb/s1600/DSC03418.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSlWICivUsm-sqNXnX5gQKSSlCcuKiH_8yb9hD8oHKYZ8Pn9WXPWCOm0ugBxOuulFQe5Qg24J4RV4eEtcaQgAeP9Ov9muCA9JTI6Pf_YR8_4B-qj8ZHkxUIAIneJN7y5mg1SDg4sh-DqKb/s400/DSC03418.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601979739674557858" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTSvaEAJQzogjNrgamMJ4UWAtPPj3rNkEastloaXN2smjfPdgYiydnqGyKRIYuz0OONMTZRH66QWeZDm0FD2gjI_CCnmBdA4j0MV3-lRcbxN6Em4IDVOT3huzApwzogLcNy6X_gEg1nCCI/s1600/DSC03416.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTSvaEAJQzogjNrgamMJ4UWAtPPj3rNkEastloaXN2smjfPdgYiydnqGyKRIYuz0OONMTZRH66QWeZDm0FD2gjI_CCnmBdA4j0MV3-lRcbxN6Em4IDVOT3huzApwzogLcNy6X_gEg1nCCI/s400/DSC03416.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601979734764793778" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-36937130379226592772011-04-17T19:24:00.000-07:002011-04-17T19:25:48.056-07:00SK8R Boy<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyo2dwp7-8SfoUGJRqUAl6j1MbyrnJItRVoOPRB2osLZ6HyNECX_wrmUZQ8xq8FXhTvXQXeWHKmPq8gI0yGqA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Noah has been obsessed with "teaching" James and me how to skateboard. He's been learning how to do it for the last couple of days. This is a preview of what he's "learned." </div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-44900499692449715242011-04-11T19:58:00.000-07:002011-04-11T20:09:48.288-07:00Every Once in a While<div style="text-align: left;">Every once in a while, James and I manage to clean up and look mostly decent. This time, our excuse was law prom, aka Barrister's Ball. This year's event was held at The Point, which brought back some romantic memories.</div><div><br /></div><div>One of my good friends did my hair for me. I LOVED it! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgBO7DAKO6qe_k6rTt7ynunRyQ0B7cBswzmgPljKUAzhsnWP0BP18jkx4Xfn_sy5zzcD9_Ros1diQQxbpVMfFPg6-fTJpTWteWST0zyBpf4bW-LYOIoJ9inQpyQHaq5_2sL_-NFV_urmx/s400/DSC03371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594527337536296194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span> At a pre-BB event with some friends. Notice how my makeup is still impeccable. Sweat and makeup don't mix. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlxqHfT1w3eTrYaG7gHd87R7NDUCr14BfHGZfi7hE50HOd8jChU93L5ECq69CSzFqd9dhlZDpB1hH29nAcWg0UEtbrX3yXe-iwiW8df3dOaQxMd4s_5gvgC8GWvEbC8E4xhwbYEEjUqkx/s1600/DSC03368.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlxqHfT1w3eTrYaG7gHd87R7NDUCr14BfHGZfi7hE50HOd8jChU93L5ECq69CSzFqd9dhlZDpB1hH29nAcWg0UEtbrX3yXe-iwiW8df3dOaQxMd4s_5gvgC8GWvEbC8E4xhwbYEEjUqkx/s400/DSC03368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594527313529821762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>In the parking lot, trying to take a "tender" picture: </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOLOHspNzHd5Ic7rvMjdyyLxj15VNSDFp0Exl739QDFiQnHEvpSktbML0Ldk4ZfC3M2GT9rJNXm7YeB0JgwuyszMCieOPLzrUhqJHR4kSwJ4lFC4jgBPplD8JAiwlEhDBcRyMkLJg1Kwq/s400/DSC03411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594527331164452130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><div>My bestie on the right, Schwarzy on the left. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyO2_QlRuVCpOiTgGczQPJ6Ln17pTfZwKAkDYI8vZaNOVaEBqc3imaDMfPfx62PKsYRw4luDGb4E8tZ2qwt4lSDlSiIvMfnmk6XMGNg3AjDEN_Sd8IhK6YmfLtCJq-S7VnxOSdZiODE8E/s400/DSC03377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594527321366502082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "> </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Notice the makeup now... All gone. I sweated it all off. Dancing makes me hot. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCnDI0Fr-E8iax9A-CKD2jXuaba7Gudw9rinatMm9htezrNymszcxdebeopqwXSXaUYpw4npLdIg0jIidQ_WGuu0mu-m14jCzRvKkighMEQ1slZD2NbBSJo5KI5qc-EduSO2c0EIAdIAjm/s400/DSC03404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594527317757566962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div><br /></div></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-57118523799827264332011-03-24T18:51:00.001-07:002011-03-24T18:54:14.953-07:00Random pics<div><br />So, I'm pretty bad about keeping this updated. But, here are some pics of The Boy, in no particular order. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg40_Mp1p-SIvaICgQa6LRCEK3-P2qPW9gei00WHbemNbSk-9sRQ8czTbtwZCp3Bo8RiKYIpONO_rHoWb7S-zarbJAq_Woi_T3QE8XLX-evVGFE8OuEPz2d3NwM71Mr5Xic1iasYHyp75je/s1600/Maughan+and+Son+Builders.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg40_Mp1p-SIvaICgQa6LRCEK3-P2qPW9gei00WHbemNbSk-9sRQ8czTbtwZCp3Bo8RiKYIpONO_rHoWb7S-zarbJAq_Woi_T3QE8XLX-evVGFE8OuEPz2d3NwM71Mr5Xic1iasYHyp75je/s400/Maughan+and+Son+Builders.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829747541314834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHUqdEb0nlBVijFBiaKEyncfEs-TwlUxFn5WMY1e2GzS5pLAfi1Z48yaC_Yjwyvhs0Ir6ldNGb3OtihDcFIhafzwf1xl5EoVCRj7iGbJhGnX_vWg4YjTC2CPlDwwYNl0VyKnZW4zJMRsVy/s1600/Pirate+Noah.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHUqdEb0nlBVijFBiaKEyncfEs-TwlUxFn5WMY1e2GzS5pLAfi1Z48yaC_Yjwyvhs0Ir6ldNGb3OtihDcFIhafzwf1xl5EoVCRj7iGbJhGnX_vWg4YjTC2CPlDwwYNl0VyKnZW4zJMRsVy/s400/Pirate+Noah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829738339313250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvZjqVR61h1GEYUunALNg6XGYzYAhTnAAgt5QOC0687xS2ykNNbCKFwRYCLiKA1rRSjHNl2gku7eZQU22sfSUukd_KBhql3kXvH6M49p7OpZVWrE76kBIoE4wN_CpwagJbFBKRDfqu_lJ/s1600/Moving+in.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvZjqVR61h1GEYUunALNg6XGYzYAhTnAAgt5QOC0687xS2ykNNbCKFwRYCLiKA1rRSjHNl2gku7eZQU22sfSUukd_KBhql3kXvH6M49p7OpZVWrE76kBIoE4wN_CpwagJbFBKRDfqu_lJ/s400/Moving+in.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829733691272674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLWs8yKuQnQ1GYbsh4LlogAw1qTCclqecdCM18woBFKgf3uOjKdxFIrDBC0dwMLYuxeqsfPuZd1VoOoqUT7f364jgfdyl6p79TPqG0JQvUGki8AntpS-93RoF2vMeDe4owHUk6d82tPdw/s1600/Hiding+out+in+the+fort.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLWs8yKuQnQ1GYbsh4LlogAw1qTCclqecdCM18woBFKgf3uOjKdxFIrDBC0dwMLYuxeqsfPuZd1VoOoqUT7f364jgfdyl6p79TPqG0JQvUGki8AntpS-93RoF2vMeDe4owHUk6d82tPdw/s400/Hiding+out+in+the+fort.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829726251956066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJo5HFeIK9f0Jf-bnzGUmdcs8MP1UeVUA7F_BApNS0gdL97a0q_eP9xCbQzIoXJ5M2yc2W9_tamrTw8eOm-x8g7rsDxA9LoKNRaUAkhvi2Hidtk4nzfpw02CRxA5Ftad39O525UrBECz6T/s1600/Dishes+and+dancing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJo5HFeIK9f0Jf-bnzGUmdcs8MP1UeVUA7F_BApNS0gdL97a0q_eP9xCbQzIoXJ5M2yc2W9_tamrTw8eOm-x8g7rsDxA9LoKNRaUAkhvi2Hidtk4nzfpw02CRxA5Ftad39O525UrBECz6T/s400/Dishes+and+dancing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829720552417442" /></a>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-350022628178083802010-12-31T11:56:00.000-08:002010-12-31T12:11:16.204-08:00Family Photos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOc4ouJtkIYc4SLLReoGD5ohp9ZWIjIHbs6Ku1z8WLsnAF3p_Z5ehu_GG-CPNxhFGaHPtmBAtqoHz35C8uit6iiuOBDzJ9_ropDwjPQo0RergIcThwMUFzxHeMjfP4TbdgBUfTseK8DXX2/s1600/0149.JPG"></a><div>We had some awesome family pictures taken while the whole family was together... A preview: </div><div><br /></div><div>The boys, er, um, MEN, bored out of their minds: </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuiZ031-XviTw7_lH-Q46gfQa91TgnLBinXMH-a1vAs9WtuQyOVV7hqdkwXyJTB4TUXpz_C6qMOFggGfRkQmD5dgILVSOovALJJvGkIBfSO-KJlxwYGFqY7gyaxhtDF_oStKg7iDLxo0hw/s1600/0172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuiZ031-XviTw7_lH-Q46gfQa91TgnLBinXMH-a1vAs9WtuQyOVV7hqdkwXyJTB4TUXpz_C6qMOFggGfRkQmD5dgILVSOovALJJvGkIBfSO-KJlxwYGFqY7gyaxhtDF_oStKg7iDLxo0hw/s400/0172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556939130801574018" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>They were watching us do this: </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nlSVhKXUBRcUNDeg-sAdONTt-u9oax9xinvqkU7e_fT5TXph197kyygMMxjBL33YrofAp3MhMFfHaF-KLRhVC-YHA3NxK991FpdkLnOEjB0ajc_A_HdHnmWB6k5967YZySeF8_Qh1rM1/s1600/0171.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nlSVhKXUBRcUNDeg-sAdONTt-u9oax9xinvqkU7e_fT5TXph197kyygMMxjBL33YrofAp3MhMFfHaF-KLRhVC-YHA3NxK991FpdkLnOEjB0ajc_A_HdHnmWB6k5967YZySeF8_Qh1rM1/s400/0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556939122685141522" /></a><br /></div><div>Despite the fact that we were having family pictures taken, we still managed to have some fun: </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pvYtJg3kQU45bQfOVYOTIS7w3dTIqSGJAK6UfEEvrbQioSvldTsrGg7xs1JySm1J43EIbcHo6-C0bEd61e-c4prtBHCjWcNH2v_uszE5QvcHL157gk6cmnxJTd2FrA0XTgF5874Qn9gI/s1600/0113.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pvYtJg3kQU45bQfOVYOTIS7w3dTIqSGJAK6UfEEvrbQioSvldTsrGg7xs1JySm1J43EIbcHo6-C0bEd61e-c4prtBHCjWcNH2v_uszE5QvcHL157gk6cmnxJTd2FrA0XTgF5874Qn9gI/s400/0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556939118439331538" /></a><br /></div><div>I LOVE this picture of LoloNes and LolaBe: </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTfUNIxyXB4QJ2EzkMlY3QfARplMQ3s_OFxBc5ybsPQRiDchxdoKx-oUeG1jVMwEtILNef_ZQjTCdlSN-It59OBvEHhGl52zooEXBBmnx0XMJ0Qp3K2teGgeIuWSMOupc31WmY6U96qAD/s1600/0084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTfUNIxyXB4QJ2EzkMlY3QfARplMQ3s_OFxBc5ybsPQRiDchxdoKx-oUeG1jVMwEtILNef_ZQjTCdlSN-It59OBvEHhGl52zooEXBBmnx0XMJ0Qp3K2teGgeIuWSMOupc31WmY6U96qAD/s400/0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556939112661575666" /></a><br /></div><div>Awww... Tender!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUd_-nBrYHbT9yU1VEv5qOeqLtBxAPLtcvYrCRiehgq-m5WLe0HJO4a_On5McD9ATgjaRc02MhyphenhyphenP_mmo_TpzCDoZa71zjDX8oIhL9NxYTDWYbvwhO-CzkP68GMfH3jOOZOZesgL3nuZDsh/s1600/0074.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUd_-nBrYHbT9yU1VEv5qOeqLtBxAPLtcvYrCRiehgq-m5WLe0HJO4a_On5McD9ATgjaRc02MhyphenhyphenP_mmo_TpzCDoZa71zjDX8oIhL9NxYTDWYbvwhO-CzkP68GMfH3jOOZOZesgL3nuZDsh/s400/0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556939106416204642" /></a><br /></div><div>Noah and Juris exploring the library: </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOc4ouJtkIYc4SLLReoGD5ohp9ZWIjIHbs6Ku1z8WLsnAF3p_Z5ehu_GG-CPNxhFGaHPtmBAtqoHz35C8uit6iiuOBDzJ9_ropDwjPQo0RergIcThwMUFzxHeMjfP4TbdgBUfTseK8DXX2/s1600/0149.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOc4ouJtkIYc4SLLReoGD5ohp9ZWIjIHbs6Ku1z8WLsnAF3p_Z5ehu_GG-CPNxhFGaHPtmBAtqoHz35C8uit6iiuOBDzJ9_ropDwjPQo0RergIcThwMUFzxHeMjfP4TbdgBUfTseK8DXX2/s400/0149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556940646523497106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>My sweet, sweet boy: </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHfWSE2MK_MypvBa7GJw8eBsczovGgsLqvC2fXiAa3rXXwJ6TMoM4v1r6Elr35PkqNJtH6GT1iGUGcik60mKQ7rXd2-gU8fTpLoC1irQ8LOFzkUT6Of4nTM2Frwok1_y3YOoufliNikNj/s1600/0067.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHfWSE2MK_MypvBa7GJw8eBsczovGgsLqvC2fXiAa3rXXwJ6TMoM4v1r6Elr35PkqNJtH6GT1iGUGcik60mKQ7rXd2-gU8fTpLoC1irQ8LOFzkUT6Of4nTM2Frwok1_y3YOoufliNikNj/s400/0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556940641908563410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Trying our best to wrangle Noah into taking a good picture. We didn't exactly "wrangle," but we did manage to take a good picture: </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVMFFrbVEZjq7U9S7C-Pp8viXxfG0nGfGY0dxECVZ-WK6AFjGIRoRcuL-Hry-OuNp3-xCO56P45YulCkOd4jrBhUPnLfOTE3Dkoq7QXsPbzM0UpMqr8HOugGKd4D7ZDIj_0clgGFK3AZe/s1600/0061.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVMFFrbVEZjq7U9S7C-Pp8viXxfG0nGfGY0dxECVZ-WK6AFjGIRoRcuL-Hry-OuNp3-xCO56P45YulCkOd4jrBhUPnLfOTE3Dkoq7QXsPbzM0UpMqr8HOugGKd4D7ZDIj_0clgGFK3AZe/s400/0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556940633007779666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And this picture makes my heart melt: </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJXFpp8zfDTwYx1-1Lm53N2HeA5IpmhJNVB8j9Tvp0TRQwSscuW1XSBpXV_z53kJVoBikv5f0Hk8w6mEmHpHYd_9xfpuN1nJEiiI2h07_Zu4KSospFcoEJV-nBi-iOMrhIYdOrjnLFJAn/s1600/0050.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJXFpp8zfDTwYx1-1Lm53N2HeA5IpmhJNVB8j9Tvp0TRQwSscuW1XSBpXV_z53kJVoBikv5f0Hk8w6mEmHpHYd_9xfpuN1nJEiiI2h07_Zu4KSospFcoEJV-nBi-iOMrhIYdOrjnLFJAn/s400/0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556940630019505858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /></div><div>The whole fam-damily. Together at last! Now to get Vangie and her clan to move back... </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstza3VQcpT9p9axkqKSpVNNLurMikSgYvx873c1At8inwgZHizZT9ZlYxupSLt4Rc3dI7t_8Nrwt_ke_VzPqX7yuhYl8m0kueAq_1drCLepggXaTSkgyxndW3YzLbTdavHuxB35CdtFBK/s1600/0001.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstza3VQcpT9p9axkqKSpVNNLurMikSgYvx873c1At8inwgZHizZT9ZlYxupSLt4Rc3dI7t_8Nrwt_ke_VzPqX7yuhYl8m0kueAq_1drCLepggXaTSkgyxndW3YzLbTdavHuxB35CdtFBK/s400/0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556940624056309026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-86245614825804418502010-12-20T18:02:00.001-08:002010-12-20T18:04:33.151-08:00My goofy boy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUEuAdhHJhlhaL-wZjjgwdmQ8rKZ358jHdMEi4FiIFUUMETZoAAun0-GrJ_wjxOqa6cmsAPfiTdjR6ybSiSaGNEEm5JKghr5Y8vIJeuFfBKR6daoxqit4A07xwovwE9qPxXiX9P2jjKmk/s1600/Photo+363.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUEuAdhHJhlhaL-wZjjgwdmQ8rKZ358jHdMEi4FiIFUUMETZoAAun0-GrJ_wjxOqa6cmsAPfiTdjR6ybSiSaGNEEm5JKghr5Y8vIJeuFfBKR6daoxqit4A07xwovwE9qPxXiX9P2jjKmk/s400/Photo+363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552950403908022738" /></a>He said his hair was getting in his eyes. Haha!! Sure...Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-29262308186557059692010-11-21T20:19:00.001-08:002010-11-21T20:21:07.658-08:00What are YOU lookin' at?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg7CVUyn9tKJ8Wr9DU0QmbLiNva08TXrY7sdAeAjPXgl1AT2fE1ttSrQ8NnhM7RQR-tbn87SfXQ9jYKqJhYxp2EI3w0jivjegRC9ocnq5IQTI3-NO8kxm6-P1tUVlq4BXDmOeP644dNtvo/s1600/Not+a+kid+you+want+to+mess+with.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg7CVUyn9tKJ8Wr9DU0QmbLiNva08TXrY7sdAeAjPXgl1AT2fE1ttSrQ8NnhM7RQR-tbn87SfXQ9jYKqJhYxp2EI3w0jivjegRC9ocnq5IQTI3-NO8kxm6-P1tUVlq4BXDmOeP644dNtvo/s400/Not+a+kid+you+want+to+mess+with.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542224138763220546" /></a><br />We're supposed to be pacificists. I don't think Noah got the memo...Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-15801781948780829542010-11-06T20:19:00.000-07:002010-11-06T20:21:20.381-07:00I want him to stay this age forever...<div><br /></div><div>Because I know he won't do things like this when he's older:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZ49KxR2bhwEkaepBw3zC-mPWXr4wvLbh9vUDcVKDF2dkI6hu4oKK_aXWwdENsmoNsv5TXR0o1UGLuSO0FmS1AcQSO4gQjFj5A29swyE3o-7iFE0PClhDEHA85O1fsC6GpHHwt4SeZeXD/s1600/My+son+loves+his+mama!+.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZ49KxR2bhwEkaepBw3zC-mPWXr4wvLbh9vUDcVKDF2dkI6hu4oKK_aXWwdENsmoNsv5TXR0o1UGLuSO0FmS1AcQSO4gQjFj5A29swyE3o-7iFE0PClhDEHA85O1fsC6GpHHwt4SeZeXD/s400/My+son+loves+his+mama!+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536642512885363394" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-1833075033849850492010-10-11T22:24:00.000-07:002010-10-11T22:34:41.067-07:00Noah's First Day of School<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39DDEdTGbV2SDrx4SCgBD7bQznaXqRbC8QdLtUasi-9Vc2LhM8CtyTpmn9gJ19Om2gjyRHobUKUCNWE7cJCRWCrJFBRUrr2LwnSjRpJ7eLdC3qV8BU-XtWEt0MhCOegvVzU2h2rECX3IF/s1600/DSC03118.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbu33umY-fzy8HGaygCIINqvuGlcD29vl8BeGC0hz1SCI3Tq7eQLnSDmvB1xg6h2axVz3OXa7-P_O6vQgblV-O8QAUoVEagLY3OrEtrNN046uJezZYzbaORxzWN-6cmusMymJN7l6u1FM/s400/DSC03094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527027630607442642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cu_iELrUJUI2ZYRRuiIOiTx77hr_997ujxw-Bz-PXJy2a4OJz4VX0SUD9SnKwEbYWMx2aL2504blv3yNSan0eNeH_m8scA0AhQuVEE5Nkc5l-bakx_LdjtvVBAt29fVI3A-fkme7Nnx4/s1600/DSC03092.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cu_iELrUJUI2ZYRRuiIOiTx77hr_997ujxw-Bz-PXJy2a4OJz4VX0SUD9SnKwEbYWMx2aL2504blv3yNSan0eNeH_m8scA0AhQuVEE5Nkc5l-bakx_LdjtvVBAt29fVI3A-fkme7Nnx4/s400/DSC03092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527027623729264546" /></a><br />After months of looking for the elusive "perfect school," we finally settled on a preschool. Noah was really excited!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-11450339721168003402010-08-25T21:31:00.000-07:002010-08-25T22:16:13.878-07:00Three going on 14.Noah's birthday, 2009: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sRoIGECXbv0xTm9CfuJjkA3ZxsqK92EVCSrPVpsNOtno7NbsvVT-0-DXLmqnu-aKm4bOvOnoaee5trEoisxQ9yZlM9kbiufYfb6M29DWdurHKj59WDdFNwhqLCF0zYh7GGEgeXEq0cRw/s1600/DSC02248.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sRoIGECXbv0xTm9CfuJjkA3ZxsqK92EVCSrPVpsNOtno7NbsvVT-0-DXLmqnu-aKm4bOvOnoaee5trEoisxQ9yZlM9kbiufYfb6M29DWdurHKj59WDdFNwhqLCF0zYh7GGEgeXEq0cRw/s400/DSC02248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509581705829389682" /></a><br /><div>And a mere 12 months later, he looks like this: </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprJ7rPJ8b6xaSBSYtAKsRF8NtAISTC-Qznyt9W9r7iBGYWJi4LYtYdR_gL_iTsHzfdk7kbU9tjKgvWxUcOfADKSo7h_MCQBS5PwOBThEZp7DbkejzEjv22Ry93fPo5eYVZb7Pkfu3v10S/s1600/DSC02659.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprJ7rPJ8b6xaSBSYtAKsRF8NtAISTC-Qznyt9W9r7iBGYWJi4LYtYdR_gL_iTsHzfdk7kbU9tjKgvWxUcOfADKSo7h_MCQBS5PwOBThEZp7DbkejzEjv22Ry93fPo5eYVZb7Pkfu3v10S/s400/DSC02659.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509581700954727986" /></a><br /></div><div>And he wears new shoes like this: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHwqA8GMMSyWDK0peEaIa9-kTHuD7i3HrOLQaBoqAI3-YHLQTl3Eu1qtFxCEMjaj_n0scvTqwRhDiB6ls-KCKm2bdJIGsWchzBhPhkr637vOB6eLkXIAf_CCaONezmbpGQpzElXDKXy6q/s1600/DSC02715.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHwqA8GMMSyWDK0peEaIa9-kTHuD7i3HrOLQaBoqAI3-YHLQTl3Eu1qtFxCEMjaj_n0scvTqwRhDiB6ls-KCKm2bdJIGsWchzBhPhkr637vOB6eLkXIAf_CCaONezmbpGQpzElXDKXy6q/s400/DSC02715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509581690857811074" /></a><br /></div><div>Smiles like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWXkvH3NGcpio8wGuqfA24fWeTKM8XJxnnEsRtKkUjE5taP2JcgmeFEONxuEQ8TiczrQO-lls6I0EoZtdV4PwjhA237-1GYusxOwcJE7lpSraCpvk5TPRuot6oKBdwDLWHTYk4arSvnbV/s1600/DSC02656.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWXkvH3NGcpio8wGuqfA24fWeTKM8XJxnnEsRtKkUjE5taP2JcgmeFEONxuEQ8TiczrQO-lls6I0EoZtdV4PwjhA237-1GYusxOwcJE7lpSraCpvk5TPRuot6oKBdwDLWHTYk4arSvnbV/s400/DSC02656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509581687208432274" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And tries on shoes like this: </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjh6nkcwgKjLbjd23c8iHb1T8EohGq2-7yo6NlEEasSlfrIGqHXLqRLxr8g35rE7HiUwbADJYIYEUwuEMGPnhw8e1ApSOF7Rkqt4Q7rP6BkCM_H-x0qJT2_7-mD-vg8WPSkL6Mf4G1Gj1/s1600/DSC02712.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjh6nkcwgKjLbjd23c8iHb1T8EohGq2-7yo6NlEEasSlfrIGqHXLqRLxr8g35rE7HiUwbADJYIYEUwuEMGPnhw8e1ApSOF7Rkqt4Q7rP6BkCM_H-x0qJT2_7-mD-vg8WPSkL6Mf4G1Gj1/s400/DSC02712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509581679419783650" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I love him because he makes me laugh: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVnuC6SD7o02CfdAiHgPj087jHGIdBVup2nZmuT54o15UrGvAi6tkVBhReManepapJRuiamx_ckQrueH1MuzBpRN4lG7a6gN-P-uUa_jWxp_TO7B3VEbjsyZ4b64aSh8oum-p9T1g6t9M/s1600/DSC02699.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVnuC6SD7o02CfdAiHgPj087jHGIdBVup2nZmuT54o15UrGvAi6tkVBhReManepapJRuiamx_ckQrueH1MuzBpRN4lG7a6gN-P-uUa_jWxp_TO7B3VEbjsyZ4b64aSh8oum-p9T1g6t9M/s400/DSC02699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509573999469964978" /></a><br /></div><div>And I'm astounded by his independence...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLiQtR2EjWLHeHt0_EqEsfRBi8mg7buCPCk2T_KxX1iRS1RyWVEWyq1B_vsz2q7QfRrV_IR0Ms5ItCkXgR0k63M0645L47IIfoleiGHVU0VMMO332dLWXi9k9JhnAxSgZJCPXzkTFIs7R/s1600/DSC02691.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLiQtR2EjWLHeHt0_EqEsfRBi8mg7buCPCk2T_KxX1iRS1RyWVEWyq1B_vsz2q7QfRrV_IR0Ms5ItCkXgR0k63M0645L47IIfoleiGHVU0VMMO332dLWXi9k9JhnAxSgZJCPXzkTFIs7R/s400/DSC02691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509573993359608866" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I love that his best buddy is my dad:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJuj4igyMxEj0vyDrxPm6SV2cZVhPX5DiX2PNxR5AG07Ajyfi-XAnbcJADsKeXEDQQFO4AVKygJsEpfn-VZTcr1bSCWVSf10t0XWKo-IAIpbJbAFhucsVCwq08abe2XjMVEwOaXTos0UM/s1600/DSC02654.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJuj4igyMxEj0vyDrxPm6SV2cZVhPX5DiX2PNxR5AG07Ajyfi-XAnbcJADsKeXEDQQFO4AVKygJsEpfn-VZTcr1bSCWVSf10t0XWKo-IAIpbJbAFhucsVCwq08abe2XjMVEwOaXTos0UM/s400/DSC02654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509573985349567314" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I love this little airbender. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OgK4-GkvYogh9WKxfdbtZLidgfamVtaT0TM0oQaAfrhyvxC6gJ3HoSwgl8N8m4e2f3TyexEsrCnzwTETN6Q9dUikf9fODAXzaZcts-kFh6nH7GsXzue7KY7wgzvNtDf6QeP4cMUhxCz3/s1600/DSC02645.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OgK4-GkvYogh9WKxfdbtZLidgfamVtaT0TM0oQaAfrhyvxC6gJ3HoSwgl8N8m4e2f3TyexEsrCnzwTETN6Q9dUikf9fODAXzaZcts-kFh6nH7GsXzue7KY7wgzvNtDf6QeP4cMUhxCz3/s400/DSC02645.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509573979395412450" /></a><br /></div><div>I love Noah!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinW8wT0tXG5rtr8Wo0Wl_p_X0ONRkIAQldQKS0Syc6yI9lQdLktW6eW4W6IJVlanMkY-kahyphenhyphenCmsR4TpC-AMm1sIDO3ErYKMfO7ZFF8w9sUHI9lYlKyTAhvyGvq4fiFc2FK0reygUd4IGV6/s1600/DSC02644.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinW8wT0tXG5rtr8Wo0Wl_p_X0ONRkIAQldQKS0Syc6yI9lQdLktW6eW4W6IJVlanMkY-kahyphenhyphenCmsR4TpC-AMm1sIDO3ErYKMfO7ZFF8w9sUHI9lYlKyTAhvyGvq4fiFc2FK0reygUd4IGV6/s400/DSC02644.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509573967616164338" /></a><br /></div><div>Happy birthday, son! <br /><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-59149811952478732702010-05-31T20:30:00.000-07:002010-05-31T20:36:59.692-07:00Kids Say the Darndest Things...Darndest Thing #1: While at Buffet City, where they charge $5 for three year olds: <div>Waitress: How old is your son?</div><div>Mama: Two</div><div>Noah: I am NOT two years old! I am THREE AND A HALF, ALMOST FOUR YEARS OLD!! </div><div>Mama: (sheepishly) Ummmmm... He eats like a two year old</div><div><br /></div><div>Darndest Thing #2: After church, in the church gym while eating doughnuts:</div><div>Noah: I want to get baptized</div><div>Priest: That's wonderful... </div><div><br /></div><div>Darndest Thing #3: In his big boy bed, getting ready to fall asleep: </div><div>Noah: Mama, will you close my door</div><div>Mama, from the kitchen: Sure, baby. </div><div>(Walks down the hall, partially closes door)</div><div>Noah: No, mama - all the way. </div><div>(Through closed door): Thank you. </div><div><br /></div><div>Darndest Thing #4: </div><div>Noah: Papa you need a ladder</div><div>Papa: Maybe I will get one for Father's Day. </div><div>Noah: I will buy you one. I have money in my Cash Cow. </div><div>Mama: Noah, that money is for you. You are saving it so you can buy whatever you want. </div><div>Noah: I want to buy Papa a ladder. </div><div>Mama: Are you sure you don't want to buy a toy instead? </div><div>Noah: I said I WANT TO BUY PAPA A LADDER! </div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-11328763780183558372010-05-26T09:34:00.000-07:002010-05-26T09:35:32.847-07:00Noah-ism, again...This morning, during breakfast: (Noah taking my hand) "Mama, you are my love."Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-91716621064331453902010-05-10T21:37:00.000-07:002010-05-10T21:38:42.497-07:00Noah-ism, Part IIWhile in the car today: "Mama, I'm ready for summer. Summer is when the sun is warm and I can wear shorts, right? Yeah, I'm ready for summer."Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-67872359884972503002010-05-10T14:55:00.000-07:002010-05-10T14:58:00.889-07:00Noah-ismWhile sitting on the toilet: "Lolo, ihi (pee) and tae (poop) go together like pancakes and eggs go together."Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-43422257647592192642010-04-25T01:49:00.000-07:002010-04-25T01:53:53.918-07:00Allergy UpdateThings have been so busy with school I nearly forgot to post an update about Noah's peanut allergy. We took him to his allergist last Tuesday. Noah tested positive for peanut (again), so his doctor ordered another blood test. <div><br /></div><div>I got the results to the blood test yesterday. It came back negative for peanut. Because of the inconsistent results, Noah has to do a challenge test at Primary's in June. I don't know much about challenge test, but when I learn more, I will be sure to keep you all updated! </div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-89818662463637405222010-04-20T23:23:00.001-07:002010-04-20T23:40:05.641-07:00Shhhhhh... Don't tell James.I'm not supposed to be on Facebook as I prepare for finals. James thinks I'm addicted. I think I have the entire situation under control. Of course, I'm wrong. Really, what I have is a problem, so I asked James to change my password. I know I don't have self control, so I asked James to change my password and not tell me. I'm proud to say that it has been a couple of weeks and I haven't gotten on. Except... I want to get on tonight... But James can't remember my password. :( So, I've commandeered Noah's blog to share my good news: <div><br /></div><div>MAMA IS DONE WITH HER FIRST YEAR OF LAW SCHOOL!!!! Yes, my friends, you have read that right. I have just completed my very first year of classes and it feels... Weird. It's awesome that I have my first year behind me. It feels empowering to know that I survived my first year of law school. All of the rigors and the hoops and the games. The moments of self-doubt and realization. Those days when I felt like I made the best decision for myself and for my family; but also those days when I felt like I've made the worst mistake. I'm proud of myself for surviving the worst part of law school - the first year. </div><div><br /></div><div>In all honesty, though, I don't think that I would be here without James or Noah, my mom and dad, Tina, Vangie. I would not survive without everyone supporting me and being patient as I lose my mind to the law. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, I guess what I mean is that WE ALL MADE IT THROUGH OUR FIRST YEAR OF LAW SCHOOL!! I do this as much as for James and Noah as I do for myself. James has it harder than I do. He has to be the dad and the mom and the one who takes care of our family so that it doesn't fall apart. He takes care of me so that I don't fall apart. </div><div><br /></div><div>And Noah... the tough little man who makes me smile and laugh and feel good about what I am doing. My little monkey who never ceases to astound me. The boy who lets me sleep in on Saturdays because he knows mama is tired. He's such a tough kid who has a strong personality and more confidence than most kids his age. </div><div><br /></div><div>We go through this together and James and Noah and my mom and dad and my sisters make the whole experience bearable. </div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787020943098610131.post-60646466475258005252010-04-18T10:05:00.000-07:002010-04-18T10:06:16.416-07:00We are Silent.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "><object width="660" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUP5oZotYRM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUP5oZotYRM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"></embed></object></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05586504610121817384noreply@blogger.com2